At night the ocean is a giant black void. It’s the beginning and the end. The future and the past. It’s every dream and every nightmare rolled into one. The waves are the sound of perpetual motion. Proof the world continues on around you – even when you hold your breath. You are small. You are insignificant.

It is perceived by most (and seemingly proven time and time again) that most artists are in some way shape or form, insane. But do they have to be?

Beethoven heard music in his head so strongly that he had to write it down immediately, no matter where he was. Rumor has it his landlord ripped out the window sashes after his death and sold them at auction because they were covered in his handwritten music. Van Gogh, of course, cut off his own ear. Dali saw owls on peoples heads among other things. The Beatles were infamous weirdos, not to mention the extra levels of weird once Yoko came on the scene. Syd Barrett, Michael Jackson, the list goes on and on.